It be my pleasure to announce to ye brave souls that the third issue of Fantastique Unfettered be available at many fine, fine outlets. It be deserving if a bit of your hard earned or plundered coin, seeing as it be filled with stories of the fabulous, poems of surpassing beauty, interviews with people that be pleasing to pirates, and a wee little story from me own fine keyboard, that be one of me personal favorites, a story that be filled with dragons.

And if all this not be enough for ye, another wee post about that lady of fantastic words, Edith Nesbit, be up at Tor.com awaiting your pleasure and perusal.

And now I must be off for a bit, though the theme of the day do be making me itch to say a few uncomplimentary words about that evil being once naming itself the Sci Fi Channel, but thar be some hunting and plundering ahead for me this morning, and like any proper pirate, me hair must be fixed first.
(still catching up on all the posts I have to write...)

And in other entertainment news…

I finally got around to seeing the latest installment of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, and I have this to say:

Blah.

Cut for spoilers, but alas, no real snark thanks to the technical difficulties of forgetting my notebook. )
Edit: Er, let's try that again, since apparently neither the post nor the video managed to get posted:

Video:



Or if that doesn't work, this.

As I attempted to say earlier, my mother will not get this; certain people with memories of Christmas Eve 2004 (WHICH WAS NOT MY FAULT!) will shudder; but as far as the rest of you go...enjoy.
YAY! WE FINALLY REACHED THE PIRATES in the ongoing Oz blogging!

My opinion of Ruth Plumly Thompson has been rather scarred by this entire Oz blogging experience - there's some, um, unfortunate books coming up - but this one did live up to my childhood memories. Plus, PIRATES. Yo ho ho and a bottle of Oz! Or something.

And, mateys, if you start off on the regular Tor.com ye'll be able to see a little rhyme that I used for the cut tag.

Did I mention, pirates?
1. If you continually text [profile] cardinalximinez at a number that a) is his home phone, not his cell, and more critically b) is actually missing the final number, meaning that you are texting to a nine digit instead of a ten digit number, he will cruelly and terribly ignore every single one of your texts.

2. A somewhat grungy club can provide better disabled bathroom access than a lovely and trendy Japanese restaurant. (Note to restaurants: it's all very nice to put bars on the disabled bathroom stalls but they are of absolutely no use if the wheelchair can't get into the stall. Just saying.)

3. It is remarkably easy to feel safe and secure that you have found the right line of people for a Jonathan Coulton concert. It's that...yeah, you know the look.

4. Certain zombie shirts look remarkably well worn tightly over breasts. I'm just saying. The rest of you were thinking.

5. At Jonathan Coulton concerts, instead of lighters, people wave...iPhone apps.

6. This will lead you to the discovery that you may, literally, be the sole adult person in the room without an iPhone or a Droid. Realize how marginal your grasp on modern technology really is. Realize that this may, but may, be related to your severe texting problems from earlier.

7. That lightsaber app for the Droid is kinda awesome and a total sign of the continuing and upcoming joyful complete waste of time that technology can give us.

8. Even out-of-staters thought that this past week in Florida was, to put it mildly, cold.

9. The phrase "OkCupid," in certain contexts, can convey more that the speaker expected it to convey.

10. "Oh god, you're so going to blog about this, aren't you?"

11. Certain people are very, very cynical. Or know me too well. You choose.

12. Speaking of which...Heh. Heh. Heh. Ahem.

13. I don't, actually, blog about everything.

14. Geeks attending a Jonathan Coulton concert include, in no particular order, Doctor Who geeks; gaming geek (me!); Code Monkey geeks; "I'm not a geek. I'm a system admin...Oh, who the hell I am kidding," geeks; "I'm still exploring the limitations of my geekdom" geeks ("Limitations?" "I'm not a vocabulary geek.") and "Um. Sex geek?" "Er, let's go with science geek." "I dunno. That's not exactly what I think of you as." "Sex is science!" "This is the problem." geeks.

15. Realize that the stratification of the geek sphere is perhaps overly complex.

16. "ARRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhh!" is far more impressive, yelled in unison, or said in mournful, dejected tones.

17. Some people take getting drenched with cranberry juice with style and grace. Others toss someone else's water at the said drencher, even though said water might just possibly be needed in the standing room only rather warm room by the people who were using it.

18. We can, alas, add "Jonathan Coulton concerts" to the list of things that make me dizzy.

19. Jonathan Coulton hates sparkly vampires.

20. As does nearly everyone else at a Jonathan Coulton concert.

21. Astoundingly, an entire Jonathan Coulton concert can occur without the consumption of a single zombie. Or a brain.

It was, aside from the post-cranberry juice incident, an awesome event.
'Tis both Rosh Hashanah and Talk Like A Pirate Day! Ahoy vey! Shiver up ye timbers and celebrate this fine holiday. With a bit of rum, if ye be so inclined.

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